When she walked in, the ladies greeted her with a smile, “Good morning, Deborah.” She replied, “Good morning, sisters. I see we have some new faces. I want to welcome you to Widows Supporting Widows.”
He replied, “Whateva, I’ll pick her up Friday.”
Sis. Fulton accepted and replied silently, “thank you, Deborah.”
She reached down, took the phone, and signed, “shower, now.” He signed in return that he had taken one last night. She signed, “okay, but you don’t smell like it.” They both smiled, he stood and went playfully into the bathroom.
She grabbed her hygiene bag and walked to the bathroom. She turned the knob, and it was locked.
Awake. Lying in bed, but very much awake. She had been awake since 4:45am. She knew the time very well. It seemed as if every time she looked at her phone or a random clock, it was always 4:45. Two very traumatic events happened in her life at 4:45.